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Wander 1d
My wings are clipped,
My freedom up and gone,
But my flame hasnt burned out yet
And i will keep it close
Until my fires grown
Wander 3d
I don't expect you to understand
I don't agree with what you're saying
I dont like you, so let me be
Why aren't you fricking talking me?
Wander 6d
Bells, sweet bells
Can be heard over seas
As my love returns to me
He left me for war and pride
But you can stop one trueful design
  6d Wander
Invisible
I ruin everything.
Including me.
I can't be better.
I can't raise the bar.
I've already destroyed it.
See what I did there?
People have such high expectations and they keep 'raising' them.
It's annoying.
Raise the bar?
Destroy it, you mean?
Wander Apr 11
Bumblebee on the wind,
Flying away to places
I’ve never been
Flourish in life,
Flourish in love,
You’ll have more chances
Than I’ll ever dream of
Wander Apr 11
If I die, who will miss me?
If I die, what would happen?
I would never get to see,
That’s what prevents me

If I lived only one day,
What would I do,
What would I say?
That’s what helps me understand

If I had a dad still,
How would I look?
How would I be?
Would I still have the scars,
On my mental part of me?

If I was insane,
Would my mom and sister still love me?
Would my friends be terrified of me?
How many would I have killed,
And how many deserved it?

If I was perfect,
Would I love myself?
If I was perfect
I would hate myself
  Apr 11 Wander
Dark Smile
Because when I was 4, my mom told me that I could not like blue because it was a 'boy' colour.  
Because when I was 5, the kids at kindergarten made fun of me for my 'boy' hairstyle.
Because when I was 6, dad refused to buy me a toy car because it is a 'boy' toy. He got me a Barbie doll. 'Good for girls,' he said.
Because when I was 7, my teacher scolded my for my 'boy' handwriting.
Because when I was 8,after a bad fall, my mom lamented that I would never be able to wear a skirt, instead of asking if I was ok.
Because when I was 9 I watched as my relatives mocked my male cousin for cooking. "Leave it to the women" they said.
Because when I was 10, I was told that I ran like a girl. 'But I am a girl', I said. They laughed at my innocence.
Because when I was 11, I was warned my my mother that I would be too fat to be loved. As though his love had to be spread all over my fats.
Because when I was 12, puberty started and the acne set in. It was my mom's worst nightmare.
Because when I was 13, my mom reemphasised that I was too fat to be loved. I felt like ****.
Because when I was 14, I starved myself so that I would be beautiful. I did look like a 'proper girl', my parents agreed.
Because when I was 15, the stress of impending national exams got to me and my hair started to fall out. My mom prayed for my soul, and my scalp.
Because when I was 16, in the car 37 minutes ago. My mom scolded me for my acne scars, saying that I was too scarred to ever get a job, or a husband. Most importantly a husband.
Because gender roles affect us all, male or female. Stop labelling people.
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